Epilogue

After Twenty years—

"Taking back New York City?" Mikhail looked at his Pakhan questionably. He was surprised at the sudden demand of his boss.

"But Velenoso rules over it, Pakhan."

A pair of ocean-blue eyes stared at Mikhail. He blinked leisurely at Mikhail and smirked.

"Russians used to rule over it once. Now I want New York back under Bratva again. Velenoso has ruled over it enough, now I want my city back, Mikhail." He stated with authority in his tone and rage in his eyes.

Mikhail swallowed the thickness in his throat. "It wouldn't be easy to take it back from him. He is committed to his Cosa Nostra and for this, He even killed your uncle years ago!"

"It's a bloody revenge, Mikhail. He snatched my uncle, my father's beloved brother from him. So it's only fair if I snatch something dear to him.”

He stood up from his chair and walked to the huge glass window before looking at the dark sky with considerable vicious thoughts running in his mind.

"Who does He love the most?" He asked